Eve of Destruction ©
Chapter Eight
By Fiction Writer #13
(M/g, ped, preteen, oral, reluct, con, drug, mast, sci-fi, paranormal)

"I don't understand," Eve sobbed into Dr. Paul's robes, her tears soaking through the layers of flimsy fabric. "Why did Grampa do this to me?  Why'd he take me away from my family?  Make me forget?"

Paul held her tightly, trying to sooth her.  In all of his visions, none had prepared him for the reality of breaking this little girl's heart. "It's complicated, little one.  He never intended to hurt you, the opposite of that in fact.  He did this to protect you and your family.  You are important, Eve.  You are destined to do great things."

"If I'm so important, then why didn't Grampa just tell me?  I would have helped him.  I would have," a cloud of doubt swept across her, "... wouldn't I?"

"Maybe, little one, maybe.  The person you were was a lot different than the one you are now.  Your Grampa was running out of time.  He needed you to be able to perform and learn without question.  He removed obstacles from your mind that the rest of us need years, or even lifetimes, to overcome."

"But... but..." she stuttered as the words caught in her throat, "he said no lies.  No lies between us.  An... an... and he's the biggest liar ever!"

Paul struggled to find the right words to make her understand, to make her see that Mal was only doing what he thought was right.  However, words were just that, words.  He had to show her.  Even if it meant crossing a line he hoped never to cross.

"If... if you..."

He began again. "I can show you things.  Things that will explain better than I can by speaking to you, but..." He couldn't bring himself to continue.

"What?" Eve sniffled.  She turned her head away from his wet chest to look bleary eyed up at his tortured face. "What things?"

"The past.  The present.  The... the future." He closed his eyes, shut out the pitiful look of hope that blossomed over Eve. "But... we'll... we'll have to do something.  Something that I'm not happy about."

"What?  Tell me," she pleaded.

Paul took a deep breath before letting it all out, along with any hope of not going forward. "You... you know those experiments that your Grampa does?  The, uhm... the sex ones?"

Eve, suddenly more interested in the conversation by the prospect of learning something new, something that Dr. Paul didn't want to teach her, spun herself off his lap and retook her seat on the low table. "Yes."

"He's... He has included you in a few of them.  Correct?"

"Uh-huh." Her head nodded up and down, but her eyes never left Paul. "Some hurt, but most times I liked them."

Paul winced at hearing her confirm what he already knew, but had chosen to ignore over the past year.  As open as he was to all the pleasures that the world had to offer, the thought of sex with a child still made him cringe.  To him, they were delicate flowers, not yet in full bloom, not yet ready to be plucked.

"Has he ever explained to you what those experiments were about?  What he was looking for?"

Eve scrunched up her face, thinking hard before answering. "No.  I just thought he liked doing them, and I wanted to make him happy, so I did what he asked me to."

A tiny smile crept over Paul's lips. 'My God.  They really have done a number on her.  She'd do anything to make her Grampa happy.  Anything at all!'

"Why?" she continued. "What was he looking for during the sex stuff?"

Paul's tiny smile broadened. "Something that he's been searching for, for a very long time.  Something that he could never hope to find, I'm afraid.  Not with his computers and instruments.  It can't be seen with the naked eye, nor with the latest in technology.  There is no conceivable way to detect, capture, or study it.  It just happens, and it just is."

"What?" Eve nearly leapt at him in her excitement. "What was he looking for?  Tell me, please don't tease me!"

"La Petit Mort."

Eve's face twisted in confusion. "Huh?"

"The little death, the beautiful agony, the divine bliss."

"I'm... I don't know what you're talking about." Eve cocked her head to the side, as if listening from a different angle would help her understand.

"An orgasm, little one."

"Ohhh... Okay.  But, Grampa found lots of those.  He has videos and stuff full of ‘em."

"I'm sure he does, little one, but none show him what he is really looking for.  A perfect moment."

"You're confusing me again, Dr. Paul."

Paul leaned in closer and whispered in a conspiratorial tone. "There is a moment, just at the peak of an orgasm, when a little bit of who you are slips into the Ether.  At that very moment you are at one with the universe, you are both communing with God and becoming God all at once.  A divine being.

"Unfortunately this union of spirit and flesh is a brief one.  We are not meant to live in that wondrous realm, only to visit it from time to time.  I believe it's to remind us that there is more to this world than what we see and feel, that there is something more to strive for.  Some may call it Heaven, or Shangri La, or Nirvana, or any other of a thousand different names, but what you call it is unimportant.  It's the knowledge of its existence that important."

Eve still looked confused. "So... how does this help me?"

"That perfect moment, if you can hold on to it, freeze it in your mind, if you do that... then you can use it.  You can use that power, that knowledge, to see with new eyes.  It could help you, Eve; it could help you to see why these things are happening to you and your family.  Why you are so important in the grand scheme of things to come.  Why it is important for you to remember who you were, who you are, and who you will become."

Paul hadn't intended to extend his finger to point at her as he spoke, but now found himself doing so.  Eve looked up at him, gazing into his eyes, searching for more answers.  She lifted her hand and reached to take Paul's hand into her own.  For the briefest of moments her index finger made contact with his.

A memory, an image from Paul's past, flashed behind his eyes.  The ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, Michelangelo's iconic painting of the Christian God breathing life into Adam.  Fingers outstretched, touching in the same way as his and Eve's.

He had viewed that painting during one of his drug induced jaunts around the world.  He could not remember how or why he had ended up in the Vatican, gazing in reverence at the ceiling, only that he felt called to it.  It begged of him an answer to a question, one he contemplated as he viewed this masterpiece until his neck ached.

'Did God create man, or did man create God?'

The painting held no answers for him, as it seemed to argue both sides at once.  The obvious answer given by the painting was that God had in fact created man, but a deeper inspection revealed another point of view.  Squinting, ignoring the intended images of God, the swirling red robe and the tangle of angels, he could see a new truth in the work of art.  God was not reaching out of Heaven, but emerging from something else... a cross-section of the human brain.

So did God create man, or did man create God?  Paul hadn't come to any conclusions on that day, but later came to believe that maybe they had created each other.  The egg creating the chicken at the same moment the chicken created the egg, so to speak.  It may not have been an answer that Malcolm or any of the other scientists wanted to hear, nor one that those who believed in God would concede, but it made sense to Paul.

Now, as he looked into the gaze of the scared little girl seated before him, their finger tips lightly grazing, a new question entered his mind.

'Am I the one creating a Goddess, or is she creating me?'

"But how, Dr. Paul?" Eve's voice broke him free of his train of thought. "I've had 'gasms all the time, but I don't remember any of that petit stuff you said."

"As I said, little one, the moment is fleeting.  Here and gone in an instant of pure ecstasy.  The experience is so powerful that one couldn't hope of remembering the details.  Our minds can not comprehend such things, and what we do remember, pales in comparison to the actual event."

"So... then... how do I do it?"

"Well, you can't on your own, not yet anyway.  You've probably been there before, but without someone to guide you, to help you hold on to that moment, you would simply return with no more knowledge than what you already have.  I'll... I'll have to come with you."

"You can do that?" Eve's face lit up.  Though Eve knew how to leave her body and float in the Ether, she had never needed to join with anyone to do so.  In fact, she and Dr. Paul had roamed the halls and corridors of this very building in such a state, separate but together.  He had shown her all around this place, pointed out the hidden dangers, the spells cast to trap others who moved through the Ether as they were.

"Yes, little one, I can do that.  But it would mean that I have to join with you, to become one spirit, so that we could enter the Ether together."

"How?  How do we do that?"

"Well... this is the part I hoped to avoid with you.  Normally it would be a simple matter.  Two people perform a spell as they are joined in a sexual embrace.  At the point of mutual release, they become one spirit and experience la petit mort together.  However, we, you and I, have some other issues to work past."

"Like what?"

"Well, for one, there is the matter of you being a child and me being an adult."

"So?  What's that got to do with anything?"

"We would..." Paul took a deep breath. "We would have to have sex."

The gears in Eve's brain suddenly began to turn at a break-neck pace.  She always wondered what it would be like to do sex stuff with Dr. Paul, but he had never tried.  Day after day she came to him for her lessons, telling him about her other teachers and what she had done for her Grampa, hoping to get him worked up enough to touch her, but he never seemed interested.  After a while she actually began to think that Dr. Paul didn't like sex, since he always tried to change the subject during her stories about the experiments her Grampa did.

"Really?" she asked, a little shocked. "You want to do sex with me?"

Paul blanched white before he blushed red. "No, little one.  I... I don't want to have sex with you... but I... I have to in order to, um... to join with you."

Eve felt a little hurt by his comment. "You don't want to have sex with me?  Why not?  Am I... am I ugly or something?"

Paul now felt cornered. "No!  No little one.  You... You are beautiful!  It's just that..."

"Is something wrong with me, then?" She looked down at her nude body, searching for some outward reason why Dr. Paul didn't want to do sex with her. "It's my boobs, right?  They're too tiny, and my nipples are too big.  Grampa says that they'll grow soon, that they'll catch up to my nipples, but he said that a long time ago and they still haven't grown."

"No Sarah, I mean, Eve... ah... it has nothing to do with your body, or even you.  It's because you are still a little girl."

"So it is about my body then!" she cried out. "All this time I thought that you just didn't like sex, and that's why you didn't want to touch me.  Now I know it's because you don't think I look grown up enough!"

"No!  Damn it, Eve, calm down for a second and I'll explain!"

Eve had never heard Dr. Paul raise his voice like this before.  It scared her silent.

"Thank you.  I'm sorry for yelling, but this is hard enough for me without you making me feel worse." Paul took a moment to compose his thoughts before speaking again.

"Outside of this building, out in the rest of the world, grown men and little girls don't have sex with each other.  It's considered wrong.  A very bad thing.  People believe that little girls can get hurt, not just physically, but emotionally and mentally if a man has sex with them.  It doesn't matter if the girl thinks she wants it, or believes she is ready for such things, it just doesn't happen.  And if it does, the man who does it goes to prison, and the little girl usually ends up feeling confused, hurt, and alone.

"I grew up in that world, Eve.  I was raised to believe that, and as open-minded as I think I am, I still believe that to be true.  That's why I haven't touched you, even though you've been flirting with me since we met.  That's why I avoided talking about what you and your Grampa do, and that's why I don't want to do this with you.  Not because you aren't attractive, but because... to me... it's wrong.  And if it weren't for what your Grampa did to your memory, you would feel the same way as I do."

A heavy silence filled the room, the quiet hum of the building and their breathing the only sounds.  Eve shifted her weight on the table, finding a more comfortable position.

"Why are we naked, Robbie?" she whispered under her breath. "I don't wanna be naked, what if someone sees me."

"What did you say Eve?"

"Nothing.  Just... just something from a dream."

"So... you are still having them, even though you told your Grampa that you weren't."

Eve slowly nodded. "I guess I kept some secrets too."

Paul offered her a slight smile. "Do you think you could tell me about them?"

This time she slowly shook her head. "They... they seem so real when I have them, but when I wake up they get all mixed up.  I can't really remember them.  Just... just pieces.  Like, like his face."

“Whose face?"

"I... think it's Robbie's face.  I'm all alone, calling out his name, and then he's there, running towards me, but he's not fast enough, the water comes, it swallows us up, it's dark and cold, but I see him again, he smiles at me, and then... and then I die." A shudder runs through her as she finishes. "Does that mean anything?  Did that really happen?"

"I don't know, little one.  It may not be a real memory; it could just be how your mind is trying to deal with the tiny pieces that Dr. Reed left behind."

"Dr. Reed?  What does he have to do with me?"

Paul kicked himself for opening another can of worms. "Dr. Reed was the one who changed your memories, and those of your family.  He was following your Grandpa’s instructions, and even though he did his best, some fragments got left behind.

"Normally those fragments would just get lost, mixed up with the new memories until they faded away, but you and Robbie are special.  You two share a bond, a bond that no one could hope to break.  To a lesser degree, your mother and your Grampa share a bond like you and Robbie, but nowhere near as strong."

Eve listened, but her thoughts had turned to someone else in her life. "Mr. Reynolds.  Does... does he know?  Is he a part of all this, too?"

"Yes, little one." He could see her heart breaking. "He was the one who brought your family here to have their memories changed, and then he took them somewhere where they could hide, somewhere they could be safe.  He watches over them, protects them."

Tears ran down her cheeks as she spoke. "Everyone knew... everyone but me."

"I'm so sorry, Eve." Paul plucked her tiny body from the table and held her in his arms. "I know it all seems so cruel right now.  Like everyone is lying to you, keeping something from you that rightfully belonged to you, but I swear that they had only the best of intentions.  Once we have joined, you will see what I mean.  At least I hope you will."

"You've never tried this before, have you?"

"Well, yes and no, little one.  I've joined with others in the Ether before, I've even shared la petite mort, but I couldn't hold the moment."

"So, what makes you think you can do it now?"

"Because I'd be joining with you."

"What difference does that make?  I've never done any of those things.  How will I know what to do?"

"I've told you that you are special, it's time for you to see just how special you really are.  Eve, when the moment comes, I'm betting that you won't even need to try, it'll just happen.  You'll hold the moment because it's what you want to do.  You won't even have to think about it.  One moment you'll be in bliss, the next in divinity."

Eve pulled her cheek away from Paul's chest to look up into his kind eyes. "How do we do it?"

Paul smiled, trying to hide his nerves. "I think you have a bit more experience in that department, little one.  Once we are both in a state of arousal, we will join with each other, face to face, heart to heart, with you in my lap.  Then we will begin the rites, chanting the words of the spell in time with our breathing and movements, gathering the Ether around us like a blanket.  At the point of climax, when you feel the world beginning to slip away to sensation, I'll need you to think about holding on to that moment forever.  Once you have it, don't let go, hold it for as long as you can.  If all goes well, I'll be with you."

"Sounds pretty complicated." Eve shifted her bottom around in Paul's lap, grinding seductively into his groin. "But we're gonna need to get this part working first, right?"

A shudder ran up and down Paul's spine as the little imp writhed in his lap.  His mind might not be into what needed to be done, but his body was responding.

Feeling him begin to harden under her, Eve turned her body, bringing one of her long legs up and over Paul's torso until she straddled his thighs. "Mmmm, Dr. Paul, feels like you've been hiding something from me, too."

"Eve... wait... I..."

"No.  No more waiting." She made her hips swivel and roll, her weight pressing into him.  The heat coming from between her legs burnt through the layers of cloth like a hot knife through butter. "I've waited too long already.  I need to know.  I need to know who I am.  I need to know... what you feel like... inside of me."

"Wait, little one, not yet, not like this." Paul tried to pull her off of his lap but she locked her legs around his waist and would not let go. "Listen to me, it won't work this way.  I need something first.  Something to... something to help me."

"What?  What do you need?" She sounded desperate and out of breath as she continued to move sensually against him.  Her little hands found the opening in his robes, slid inside and started caressing his hairy chest.

"Under... under the table." He could hardly catch his own breath to speak. "Reach back and get that jar."

Eve reluctantly pulled away from his chest to reach under the table.  Her hand groped blindly until she found what Dr. Paul had asked her to get; a small, white, plastic container. "Ooooo... I like this stuff, Dr. Paul."

"I'm sure you do, little one.  Your Grampa and his staff worked on it for years trying to get it just right."

Eve unscrewed the round lid and inspected the contents. "This stuff smells real nice, and makes me tingle all over."

Paul grinned. "I've never tried it.  I've been clean and sober for almost twenty years, but this is the only way.  I have to enter this union free of shame, and the only way for me to do that with you is to lose my inhibitions."

Eve already had her fingers swirling around in the clear jelly contained within the jar.  She pulled them free, liberally coated in the slippery substance.  In the light of the room Paul could clearly make out the specks of turquoise suspended in the jelly as Eve began to rub the stuff into his exposed chest.

"You talk too much sometimes, Dr. Paul.  Just relax, I'll make you feel better."

Her hands roamed over his chest and shoulders, smoothing the gel into his skin.  At first he flinched away from her touch, the jelly too cool, but soon it began to warm, and with that warmth the tingling sensation that Eve spoke of blossomed.  She rubbed his muscles, the tension quickly dissolving away with each passing moment.

"Ahh..." Paul closed his eyes as the drug began to take effect on him.  He felt lighter, as if he would float away if a slight draft passed through the room.  Everywhere Eve's hands touched seemed to bring him to new heights of contented bliss.

Paul had experienced many different "highs" in his life, but none compared to this.  Waves of energy swept through and washed over him like waves crashing on a sandy shore.  Every molecule in his body became alive with sensation.

Eve's hands had returned to the jar and then back to newly exposed areas of his body as she slowly slid the robes down his shoulders.  She covered his neck, his ears, his arms, his hands, and then she moved to his abdomen, causing tiny flutters of pleasure to erupt from his groin.

As Eve slowly pulled the heavy silk cord that held his robes closed, Paul was stunned to find that his mind remained lucent.  Though he no longer felt bad about what was going to happen between Eve and himself, he could still keep his thoughts and judgment clear from the drug's dream-like qualities.

'Mal and his team truly outdid themselves with this creation.'

A flutter of cloth brushed past his buttocks, causing him to open his eyes.  Eve's nude form hovered over him as she continued to open his robes.

Paul watched Eve as if he were in another room, far away from the young child sitting in his lap.  He could see her clearly, perhaps with more clarity than he ever saw before in his entire life.  She appeared to be glowing from within, a soft pink tinged light that filled him with a sense of wonder.

Every facet of her youthful body fascinated and thrilled him.  Golden hair hung down past her delicate shoulders, curling slightly at the ends.  Her blue eyes, half hidden behind partially closed and fluttering lids, scanned his body in a way that he could almost feel.

His own eyes traveled lower, down past her button nose, past her petal soft lips, down to her chest where her prepubescent breasts had just begun to show signs of swelling.  Her nipples were as she had described, slightly too long for her current development, but he found himself wanting to suckle on them because they were so.  He wanted to feel his lips close around them, pull the dark nubs of rubbery flesh into his mouth, and flick his tongue over them until they grew harder.

Still his line of sight traveled lower, seeing the child with new eyes.  Eyes that wanted to feast upon her, devour her.  A need he had not felt in a long time built within him.  An urge long contained, an animal desire for pleasure, to take it, steal it, to get what he wanted at any cost, swept over him.

Eve tugged at his robes, desperately attempting to pull them open despite Paul's weight pinning them closed.  She was moving far too slowly in Paul's opinion.  His hands grasped her wrists and removed them from his lap before reaching down and tearing free the garment with loud ripping sound, exposing his now fully erect and throbbing cock.

Eve smiled lustily at her prize. "Oooo... Dr. Paul, I think you like me."

He had never felt harder in his life.  Staring down at himself, he could see just how big he was compared to Eve.  He looked huge next to Eve's tiny slit.  His graying pubic hair stood out starkly against the hot pink of Eve's hairless sex.  His eyes became transfixed on her opening, the candle light in the room causing it to glisten as her arousal spilled forth.  His own cock glistened as a steady flow of precum issued from its swollen, plum colored head.

Eve placed her left hand over her cunny, her fingers dancing and playing within the valley.  Her right hand took a firm hold of his staff and began pumping him from balls to head, her hand slick with jelly.

"Oh God, Eve..." Paul nearly swooned with pleasure.  The room around him faded, going dark, before the light of the candles flared up behind his eyes to a roaring inferno.

Eve slowed her strokes. "If you think that feels good, wait till you feel this."

As if in a dream, Paul stared blankly as Eve scooted back until her buns nearly hung off his knees, and then began to lean forward.  Her hands never left his cock nor her pussy as she moved, not even when her hair slipped in front of her face.  She simply gave her head a sideways shake to fling it back behind her ear before continuing her descent.

Paul threw his head back and cried to the ceiling, "Oh fuck!" as Eve's mouth wrapped around his cock.

She pumped him with her hand as her head bobbed up and down, sucking him deeper and deeper into the velvety warmth of her mouth.  With each out stroke, she curled the tip of her tongue and pressed it hard against the ridge of skin defining his urethra, drawing every drop of his precum out of him.

Paul's balls began their journey upwards towards his body, the skin of his scrotum tightening around his roiling testicles.  A pressure started to build within his pelvis, a tell tale sign that he was rapidly approaching a point of no return.

"Eve... Eve, stop baby... You have to stop..." he moaned, but made no other move to prevent her head from pistoning in his lap.  Closer and closer he edged towards the abyss.  The wet, slurping sounds that she made while going down on him drove his lust ever higher.

He found his hands had traveled on their own, no longer by his sides but rather tangled up in Eve's hair behind her head.  His grip on her tightened as his hips began to thrust upwards, driving his cock in and out of Eve's mouth at his own pace.

For her part, Eve accepted Dr. Paul's new found dominance in stride.  Her right hand left his staff to gently squeeze and fondle his furry balls, while her left continued to bring herself closer to her own release.  Paul spread his legs to give her better access to his sack, and in turn his widening knees spread Eve's legs further apart, allowing her fingers new areas to play with.

Paul's mind was lost in sensation and the building ecstasy of his impending eruption.  He could feel the tip of his cock as it battered against the back of the young girl's throat.  The pressure in his groin grew to an almost unbearable point.  He had to cum.  He needed to cum.  He was going to... to...

"NO!"

His mind snapped back to reality, his hands pulling Eve free from his cock with a loud "smock" sound.  His eyes snapped open with a wild look behind them as he fought to take a full breath of air.

Slowly, very slowly, he inched himself back from the precipice.  He held Eve's head still in his hands and looked down in time to see a strand of saliva still connecting his cock to her gasping mouth.

"Why?" she pleaded, breaking the line of spittle between them. "Why'd you stop?"

Still struggling against his primal urge to jam his cock back into her mouth and cum down her throat, Paul groaned, "I'm... I'm sorry little one.  But... but we... we can't do it this way.  I... oh God... I have to be inside of you...  Inside that sweet little pussy... We have to... have to cum together... We have to... have to... bring each other there at the same time..."

Eve's pouting face switched to a devilish grin. "Sounds good to me!"

Before Paul could say another word, she crawled back into his lap, positioned herself over his straining prick, and began to sink down its length.